She closed her eyes and prayed
Shawntasy
Prayed for forgiveness
Forgive me, she cried
As she took the knife and
Slashed tiny wrists
Forgive me, she cried
As she watched her babys life
Spill from severed veins
Forgive me, she begged
As her childs screams turned to
Soft hiccups of breath
Until the tiny chest that gasped for
Breath became still
Forgive me, she cried softly
As she kissed lifeless lips
Tasting tears
The child's and her own
Forgive me Lord, she cried
Forgive me
For not being strong enough
To let my child live
Forgive me
For not having the faith that
My lot in life would not have been my childs
Forgive me
That I would rather see my child
Dead
Than a slave
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